Page 206 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Behind Closed Doors by Cooper McKenzie

Chapter One

Alaina Rowen closed and locked the front door with one hand while the other went to the waistband of her skirt. It had been a long day with little to show for it, other than her birthday and a three-day holiday weekend with absolutely no plans. She put the mail and her purse on the four-drawer antique dresser halfway down the wide hall that made up the center of her historical home.

The plain-brown boxed package sent a shiver of excitement through her as she released the hairband holding the end of her waist-length braid secure. She unbraided the length of caramel gold hair as she kicked off the sensible low-heeled black pumps she wore with nude knee-high stockings. She stripped off the hose next, tossing them down on top of the pumps as she wiggled her toes. How she hated stockings. She much preferred going without, but her father frowned on her wearing shoes without hose.

Looking in the mirror that hung over the hallway dresser she frowned at her reflection. “Alaina old girl, you have allowed yourself to be squeezed into a small, sad box. Unless you kick the walls down soon you will die an old maid working for your father in a job you hate. A father who didn’t even remember your birthday. He probably thinks you’re still a virgin too. If he only knew that behind closed doors, you’re a slut.”

Less than a minute later, she tossed her calf-length skirt and jewel-neck silk blouse over the banister. She unhooked the ice blue corset she wore underneath and added it to the pile.

Wearing only the matching silk thong, she reached for the 10-foot ceiling and pushed upon her toes in a full body stretch. After counting to ten, she dropped back to her heels, then bent to brush her palms over her blood red toenails. Stretching her muscles and tendons did nothing to ease the hungering ache that ran from nipples to cunt. The ache she felt each day as she worked up insurances proposals, filled out forms, and dealt with clients as her father’s right-hand woman in the family’s insurance agency. Being prim, proper, and efficient was a façade, but a well-constructed one that no one ever looked past to the woman behind it.

After flipping through the mail, which consisted of a birthday card from her dentist and one from a cousin, the cable bill, and two postcards advertising pizza, she turned her attention to the package in a plain brown box.

Using her grandfather’s letter opener, Alaina cut the paper tape to open the box. Licking her lips in anticipation, she sorted through the packing slip and strips of packing paper to pull out her purchase—a neon green, realistic-looking and feeling vibrator. Her eyes widened and her cunt dampened in preparation. With fingers that trembled with excitement, she opened the plastic bag and pulled out the imitation cock with its supplied batteries. After installing them, she twisted the base and smiled as it hummed to life.

Turning it off again and carrying it with her, Alaina padded to the kitchen. She pulled two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and headed to the patio behind the house.

Tall thick bushes shielded her yard from the neighbors’ view, so she didn’t have to worry about putting clothes back on. At this time of the evening, no one would be boating on the Neuse River that ran behind her property. New Bern, North Carolina, was growing, but still maintained its Southern charm, including rolling up the sidewalks at sunset. Warm late spring air caressed her skin, causing her nipples to bead and her cunt to dampen further. She set one beer on the café table on the patio, then carried the vibrator and second beer with her.

“Happy birthday, Alaina.”

She opened the beer with a twist of her wrist. Walking to the edge of the patio, she lifted the beer, toasting the river and the darkening blue sky overhead.

“Thank you, God for blessing me with another year. My birthday wish is for a good man to replace this…” She held up the vibrator and waved it over her head.

Gray Woolphe adjusted the focus on the telescope until he was able to read the lips of the nearly naked woman across the river. “My birthday wish is for a good man to replace this.”

“Oooo, she got herself a new toy,” he said. Reaching down, he adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position.

Knowing what was to come, he opened the buttons of his khaki cargo shorts. They dropped onto the floor of the porch outside his bedroom, and he stepped out of them. His Marine green briefs and t-shirt advertising a Colorado ski resort followed. He had come to look forward to this evening ritual since the first time he had witnessed it on his first day back home the week before.

That first evening he had been standing at the kitchen sink when he caught sight of what he thought was a naked woman across the river. He grabbed his mother’s bird-watching binoculars and confirmed the woman was indeed naked, though they did little to clarify his view.

The next day, he had dug his telescope out, setting it up outside the guest bedroom he was using on the third floor. The telescope greatly improved his view. Only once had he wondered if he could be arrested for long distance peeping. That thought slid away when she orgasmed, and Gray focused on his own self-pleasure. That night he’d prolonged his ejaculation to her second orgasm before she disappeared back into her house.

She had been late getting home tonight. When she appeared on the patio in nothing but a tiny bit of pale blue covering her crotch, his cock stiffened, reminding him it had been too long since he had enjoyed the intimate attentions of a woman.

Settling into the folding canvas director’s chair he had brought up from downstairs, Gray took a long drink from his beer before focusing his entire attention on the captivating view through the telescope’s eyepiece.

After making her birthday wish, Alaina drank half of the beer in her hand. Then she set the bottle on the pedestal marking the top of the three wide steps that led down to the lawn.

Turning the vibrator to its lowest setting, she brushed it over one nipple, and then the other. She closed her eyes and let the vibrations shiver through her. She then traced a line down the center of her chest to the apex of her thighs. With her free hand, she pulled the thong to one side. Using two fingers to separate the outer lips covering her clit, she touched the vibrator to the straining knot of nerves.

She did not linger. It would not take much to reach her orgasm, but it was too soon for the first of what she hoped would be many, many birthday orgasms. One for every one of her thirty years would not be possible, but maybe a half-dozen orgasms would relax her enough to sleep without the sex dreams that had haunted her for weeks.

It would take the whole weekend to prepare herself for another year of living the dual existence of prim and proper Southern belle outside the house, and sex-starved slut behind closed doors.

She dragged the tip of the vibrator from clit to cunt and back again. On the third pass, she pushed just the head of the fake cock inside and held it there, closing her eyes as the thrumming set her nerves to shivering. Her need for an orgasm grew. Her body demanded completion, but she fought to hold it off. Pulling the imitation cock out, she slid it over her clit.

When she reached her cunt again, she slid the cock halfway in, eased it out until only the head remained in her, then shoved it all the way in. Taking a deep breath to prepare, she twisted the speed control base.

Shivers radiated from her center all the way out to her fingers and toes. Bringing her legs together to hold the vibrator in place, she threw her head back and soundlessly cried out to the full moon overhead as her orgasm rolled through her.

Chapter Two

Across the river, Gray’s hand flashed up and down the length of his hard, thick cock one last time as his balls clenched and his seed shot from his cock. He groaned as his body locked up for nearly a minute before he relaxed.

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